The new war (dream)

I got flown over some very strange terrain somewhere in Africa. It was a raised plateau, stretching for hundreds of miles, rising over thick jungle canopy. Nothing like I've ever seen with my eyes before, so I definitely perked up and stared at this wonderful new natural formation in front of me. "It's highly secured, we need to provide triple identification and verification, and they'll probably let us land", the pilot said to me as we flew a respectable distance away. We landed without issues shortly after, and I got a tour of some of the key fortifications of the jungle plateau. Inside of it was a vast covered city, partly underground, and partly above, surrounded by a mysterious new technology force shield as well as some more traditional defence methods, that were... quite trigger happy. But more on that later. The city bustled with life, mostly white good looking people were milling around, doing their yoga sessions, participating in some meeitngs and discussions. "It's mostly millionaires and billionaires here", I was told by my guide. "They wanted to separate themselves from the rest of the world, in case shit hits the fan, you know. So they just took over this natural formation, which seemed big enough and was rather hard to get to already. Of course, the locals weren't too happy about it, but who gives a shit about them, you know? Come, let's take a look at the perimeter defences, you'll see what I am talking about." As we got to the edge of the city, through a rippling forceshield, I saw waves of rough and angry looking locals, suicidal in their determination to get in, rushing into the city. Way before they were even able to reach the new tech force shield, automated machine gun turrets efficiently mowed them all down, adding to the pile of dead bodies already there. "See? Safest in the world, no matter what they try to throw at us here." That might have been true, but the leadership of whoever was running things has changed in the recent weeks. I suspected a silent but insiduous takeover by a memetic virus of all of the top echelon of not only the city but the source of all of its residents as well. Just my luck to be there at that same time, to witness the sudden collapse of the shields through this internal memetically induced betrayal of their seemingly united common cause. The locals were pouring in, malfunctioning turrets falling silent, and the AK74s of the local mob bursting with excitement and hunger for blood. They rounded up the still good looking but now with panic in their eyes residents in one of the yoga halls into rows and gave them a lecture. I couldn't quite understand the words, but the meaning was clear. They locals were back to being in charge of this strip of land and they were quite angry. Whatever hope people standing in formation in the yoga room had, quickly turned into sheer terror however, when every person standing was methodically shot through their heads and exterminated, with same ease that the locals were being exterminated before. And here I was, not a millionaire myself, but stuck in their parasitic city at this unfortunate moment - with no clear alternative but to run. As bullets wizzed by, I entered a series of tunnels in the city, lurking and doing my best to not be found. The world can be quite an unforgiving place sometimes. I jumped into a sadly familiar excitement of escaping from murder. I was getting quite good at it in my childhood dreams, so good to be back, again running away, trying to outwit and outsmart my assailants. I might be fucked this time though, but I'll give it a good run. Unless I wake up before I have a chance to figure this out.